If we take the time to unravel the surreptitious fragments from the past that are veiled in the muddle and jumble of our memory, we may single out the essentials for the present that might be best shots for the future. (Never looking back again, )
A piece of art comes to life, when we can feel, it is breathing, when it talks to us and starts raising questions. It may dispel biased perceptions; make us recognize ignored fragments and remember forsaken episodes of our life story. Art may sometimes even be nasty and disturbing, if we don’t want to consent to its philosophy or concept, but it might, in the end, perhaps reconcile us with ourselves. (When is Art?)
Happiness is an undercurrent of sensitivity and leads a surreptitious life: it is an internal eventuality. We can feel it in stillness and it stands the test of time. Joy is an eruption of cheerful moments and we want to express it: it is an external eventuality. We might shout it out, as it conveys a dynamic of fleeting instants. Joy gives voice to “en-joy-ment”. (The grass was greener over there)
When illness and old age are no longer indulgent and strength is irrevocably seeping away, brightness fades insidiously away from the light of the day and time only betrays reckless evanescence. (“Into a new life”)
When the brain becomes too tired, the mind stops decrypting the perceptions in our mental world and surrenders willingly to the unguarded moments of life.For some time, the safeguards of our thinking pattern weaken and discontinue the decoding of the chips of daily reality.The mind picks the instants which are above suspicion, pure and innocent. (Uber alle Gipfeln ist Ruh )
When one has come to explore the ‘ instant moment ‘ and one has chosen to savor the delights of life, which are hidden behind the curtain of haste and superficiality, then ‘ mental time ‘ is replacing ‘ sequential time ‘. So ‘ here ‘ and ‘ now ‘ are keeping hustle and impatience in check. ( Just for a moment )
When we are “time traveling”, we may trip over problems from the past which distort our memory. If we are weary of dealing with lost causes or lame ducks in our history, we have to make up our mind and give up destructive thinking patterns. At that juncture, time has come to go back to the future. ( “A glimpse of the future )
We may like to combat disease or even want to cure death. We may try to surf on the waves of infinity and attempt to kill mortality. Nobody, though, ever recovers from the lethal illness. In the meantime, we’d better unlock temporal moments that deliver touches of eternity. They, for sure, never disappoint. ( Living on probation)
Silence can be breathing space and spawn release and wellness in a time of appalling inflation of words. But silence may be intolerably screaming, if it means absence of communication, deficiency in friendship and emotional deficit. (« A gap of silence”)
The vagaries of love with all its unpredictable and capricious meanders may be a hurdle in keeping life on an even keel. Rational thinking and irrational feeling don’t always get along very well. ( “Love as dizzy as a cathedral”)
While we revel in the passion of the ‘moment’ braving the whirlpool of time, a flow of vibrations may surprise us and reveal unsuspected power in our inner self, giving us muscle and confidence. ( Swim or sink)
Stolen moments” create a feeling of enjoyment in our “intensive time” awareness. The glow and the intensity of those instants can guide us throughout a whole lifetime. They can expose a second or a third dimension of the daily events and shed an expounding light on all the little details we encounter. (Stolen moments )
As we go through the flightiness of time, dazed by the inebriety of our mental time voyage, we must hit the brakes, sometimes, and not shy away from questioning ourselves, when we wade through the tanning mist of our memory that embroiders our thoughts or distorts them. (Uber alle Gipfeln ist Ruh )
Let us ‘time’ be a friendly coach, putting the enchantment of each ‘present moment’ artfully in a chosen frame of our thoughts. (Quest for the real moment)
When we can weave a profound understanding of human emotions with a matrix of philosophy and a touch of poetry, we can create a captivating life canvas for reflection on Love, Happiness, and Insight. (“Love and Happiness and Insight”)
By freeze-framing the image of our lifestyle, by stopping our mental clock at times and letting time flow, ‘psychological’ time can replace ‘chronological’ time and our human condition can be called into question. This opens the door to a new challenge and a new future. ( Svp Arrêt sur image )
Unexpected clashes between past and present may arouse a surge of bewilderment, but ‘time’ can be a redeemer and heal mental wreckage. Time might prove to be a dependable ally and a reliable coach to find a new inspiring sequel for the future. (“Disruption”)
When fiction has become reality, life may turn into a fairy tale or a firestorm. Tina, time has come to pull up one’s socks and start relearning and reassessing living. (Another empty room)
As our life is our main provisional value, ‘taking the time’ to interpret our experiences is a momentous choice. Time, life and choice outline a trilogy that can solve and unite so as to vanquish the powerlessness which we might face on our path. (Could time be patient?)
Some fail to bear in mind that everyone is sentenced to death. Death is a treacherous virus that strikes randomly. The only truth is that nobody is going to make it out alive. We are all living on probation and our expiry date is indefinite. ( “Living on probation” )
Relatedness is vital in a time when so many people suffer from social deafness. Emotional insensitivity being caused by a redoubtable “tin ear” makes it impossible to hear any signs of empathy or capture the vibrant qualities of ‘sharing’. (Only needed a light )
Life is an intricate play with actors waiting for an explanation. Each added act confers a new interpretation of the story. ( “Waiting for the pieces to fall into place” )
When we feel lost in time, with only shadows of the past living in our mind; when the moment, which “was, no longer is” and when only silence remains, loads of questions arise. We can cry a river or we may wonder: “What went wrong?
The moment we feel smothered by an unbearable emptiness in our lives, let us give way to the burning urge to ‘suspend time,’ and create space to build ‘content’ and ‘scope’ for a new reality. (Words had disappeared”)
As we are whiling away days of idleness, time may flow rashly through the screen of our thoughts and veil the relevance of individual fragments in our story. The clock of reality can arrest us, though, and compel us to confront the demands of the truth. (Non mais, t’as vu l’heure !)